...and no, I did not have a drag party. Prada actually makes a men's after shave now, which can come in very handy indeed. I'd always heard that if a guy gets walked (which I was worried about, being a newbie), it would likely be for one of three reasons: 1. non-sufficient funds; 2. lousy attitude / disrespect (basically being an asshole); 3. hygienic indifference (smelling lousy). So, I figured that a touch of a nice fragrance couldn't hurt. It didn't.
Backtracking a bit: Many of you know my story and why I turned my attention toward Sheri's in the first place. We all have our reasons. Mine is the psycho ex. Since I managed to escape from that particular screaming machine about a year and ½ ago, I'd put up the proverbial wall. Unless I'm at Sheri's (or e-mailing a Sheri's lady), I don't so much as flirt.
Back when I started to investigate the brothel scene in late '07, Envy grabbed my attention with her photo array. Neither of us posted in the forums at the time, but we communicated by e-mail until I finally just drove over the hill to meet her on January 13th of '08 (who says men don't remember important dates?). Immediately smitten, I already knew that she would be the one I turned to when the time came that I was party-ready. For various reasons, getting party-ready took about a year longer than I had hoped, but she was always patient to me and sweet to me, and she never gave up on me. (SideNote: as I typed that last sentence, I realized that I have never said the words "she never gave up on me" before.)
Fast-forward to her return to Sheri's this week: Talk about good timing! I am moving to Phoenix. Tomorrow. So I was quite ecstatic when I saw that she was returning yesterday... and since she was going to hit the floor at 7:00pm, I called and made my appointment for 7:01. When I arrived at the bar, I was greeted by the always-radiant Shiloh. She guessed right away that I was there to see Envy (I don't keep my partiality much of a secret), and I said that I was but that a little bit early for my appointment. About 3½ hours early (a tad eager). I had a couple of beers before I went to check into my hotel room.
I returned to the bar at about 6:45, and I was a basically a nervous wreck. I'd expected to have a case of pre-party jitters, but damn! Isabella and Bentley took turns trying to help me calm down, though to little avail. When Envy made her arrival, she looked absolutely ravishing as always... truly a vision. We grabbed a booth so we could talk for a bit before we took the walk back. After chatting for a bit, and running out to my car to grab a CD ("Asking For Flowers" by Kathleen Edwards), we took the walk back. Being new to this part, I knew that negotiations were the place where I'd be most likely to make a rookie mistake. And though I did trip up a bit, she kept on point and got me through it.
In accordance with generally accepted decorum here, party details shall remain private. Suffice it to say that on more than one occasion, I thought to myself with more than a little delight "how the hell did she do that?" But there's so much more to it than that... some things I feel now on the day after are difficult to describe because even I don't understand myself sometimes. The best way I can think to say it is like this: Something inside me was missing, but Envy found it and gave it back to me. And her tenderness and her beauty will stay with me as I look forward to my future encounters with her, of which I hope there will be many.
Skywalker out.